An Ode to America, the Beautiful...
she drives on the lonely highway
      to a place far away;
scenes unfold before her,
      nature’s bounty on display…
a solitary bird soars across
      the sky like a sentinel,
an incredible vantage point
      to watch the spectacle
the hills roll and undulate
      as far as she could see
myriad shades of green
      stretching far into infinity…
the verdant scenery broken
      only by asphalt ribbons
and farmhouses on hillocks
      next to red-hued barns…
maples, oaks, elms
      and tall conifers dot the terrain;
they’re knights, rooks, pawns
      in the checkered plain,
sheltering the chessboard
      of green and greener fields
from severe prairie winds,
      like formidable shields…
the early morning mist has lifted
      and the air is dry;
and the blazing sun’s three quarters
      up the cyan sky…
cumulus clouds zoom intermittently
      hiding the sun;
shadows race in the fields
      like creatures on the run…
the sun’s benevolent rays
      caress the fields of grain;
after last night’s welcome showers,
      life-giving rain
the crops will be greener still,
      they’re heaven blest;
whispering a promise
      of an early bounteous harvest…
this is the America!
      she dreamed about very long ago;
the plentiful kingdom
      from where all goodness flow…
not the decaying concrete jungle
      of a Chicago ‘hood
nor the glitz, glamour
      and fake smiles of Hollywood…
not the tall gleaming skyline
      of midtown Manhattan;
nor South Beach
      with scantily clad women in the sun…
here’s America’s heartland,
      bread-basket and granary
God’s gracious, bountiful country,
      sea to shining sea
© Vic A Evora...


Repost.... Inadvertently deleted by my fat fingers.

Based on a drive my friend and I did from Des Moines, Iowa to Omaha, Nebraska summer of last year. The poem is told in my friend's perspective.

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over 3 years

Thank you Robert. Maybe I should, soon as I retire. LOL

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

You would be great at writing travelogues That was very nice.

about 4 years

Thank you Barb. And congratulations to your daughter-in-law. I became a citizen in 1978 and proud to be an American

Barb Clarke
about 4 years

My daughter-in law became a US citizen today. So America the Beautiful has a lot of meaning today! Nice poem.

about 4 years

Thanks Ben. It was a great road trip.

about 4 years

Thank you Charlotte. Yes, America is beautiful as soon as you leave the cities... Although I must say, some cities are beautiful as well.Yes, it seems my fingers are getting fatter as I get older.

Benjamin G. Sangalang
about 4 years

I wish I was the one who saw, and the one who wrote the vivid portrayal. Very nice as usual.

Charlotte B. Williams
about 4 years

The Scenery can be so beautiful when you're traveling. America is a beautiful country, and this is a beautiful poem. ha ha ha (fat fingers)

about 4 years

Thank you! It was a fun drive!

R. L. McCallum
about 4 years

I could feel the adventure. Great work and poetically displayed. Loved it.

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